Chapter 10

“So, what to do next?” Hannah asked me while I plowed Mom over the bed in front of her.

A couple of hours had passed by now and it was about ten am or some shit like that. I didn’t worry too much about such times on Sunday because I hated church and didn’t work that day of the week, either. That was when I got an idea, though. Yes, yes ... disrupt a church ... quite the twist if I included a former minister’s wife in the action.

“Oh, I got at least one idea. Tell me, what do you think of Mormons?” I grinned wickedly and Hannah laughed as she caught my gist.

“You’re gonna raid a Mormon church while Time is frozen and raise unholy hell, aren’t you? Which one, though? This ward, or the next one down?” my sweet little concubine clearly invested herself in this ... she was definitely on side.

“Not me ... we. You’re coming with me. And so are M and M ... and Andi and Candy this time. Don’t worry about Mom. She’ll be frozen like everyone else. I haven’t learned to trust her yet and she hasn’t earned it at all. Yeah, this ward for now. Part of Operation Akron. Take over this neck of the woods first. Let’s see how the area copes with my newfound power and so do I. I’ll be the big fish in the little pond for now and exult in my control ... and then expand my domain,” I chuckled as I froze Time, “don’t worry about Mom. I’ll return to her pussy after I’ve fucked a bunch of other ladies, giving her sloppy seconds to the maximum power.”

“She overheard this and will know what you’re doing,” Hannah observed, “that’s actually kinda hot if you think about it. She’ll know what you did and won’t be able to stop you at all. She’ll never know which good Mormon housewife you plowed and mixed her pussy juice with hers. She already has to deal with knowing that you fucked me right before her and that clearly bothers her on some level, even now. This will be even better!”

I laughed heartily as I snapped my fingers and focused on the local LDS ward while everyone joined hands ... everyone except Mom, of course. We landed, half-naked or fully nude in a few cases, smack dab in the middle of the adult Sunday School service, or whatever they called it. Perfect, I thought, as I walked over to the first attractive young lady I found. She wore no wedding band and she was likely just barely eighteen like me. She had strawberry blonde hair, freckles, and milky skin that easily burned in the Sun.

I lifted her long, cotton dress and found her panties ... no magical underwear for her. She must not have gotten her recommend yet and been through the mystical secret rites at the temple. Yeah, I had studied up on that idiocy and found it more amusing than offensive. It was a pale copy of Freemasonry, which at least was non-sectarian and benefited the community at large. I smirked, Joseph Smith, you dog, couldn’t get into the lodge, so you made up one of your own!

I slid the young lady’s panties down and noticed that Hannah was still by my side as I did so. She pursed her lips in anticipation as I spread the woman’s cheeks and gestured for Hannah to do what she clearly craved to do. Beaming, Hannah applied her tongue, at first tentatively, and then more aggressively, to the young lady’s puckered ring. She began rimming her in earnest pretty soon, though, delighting in the flavors of a sexy young woman’s bare ass. We could both smell the arousal, even as I entered the lady in question with Hannah fingering her twat to ease my way. Oh, fuck, I realized ... tan lines ... and freckles on the buttocks ... that was hotter than the blazes of a non-existent Hell.

I thrust eagerly in and out of this young woman, knowing now her secrets. She wore bikinis, she hadn’t been fully accepted into the temple elite yet, and she was no virgin. I wondered who got into her panties while her good Mormon boyfriend was off on his mission and buggering some twink in Manila. Yeah, by now, I had no illusions. The more religious a person, the more likely he or she had repressed sexual urges, was a hypocrite of some kind, and wasted his or her life proselytizing everyone else.

Evidently, this young woman struggled greatly with the conflict and cognitive dissonance of her body’s natural, primal drives warring with her religious indoctrination. Well, I knew which way this push that Hannah and I gave her would likely tip her in the near future, but that was the whole point. Judging from what I had seen so far this weekend, even subconscious experiences of sexual promiscuity jarred something loose in a person’s psyche and opened them up in at least some cases to going all the way. That was very good news for my plans, if nothing else.

“Her ass tastes so yummy, too!” Hannah intimated to me, not even bothering to whisper.

“I bet that it does ... I’ll be sure to sample it soon. Thanks for trying it out for me,” I told my rather cute and perky MILF while caressing her curls.

“Well, for today at least, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna stay with you. Whoever you fuck, I fuck. Sound nice or what?” Hannah proposed a deal that was too good to decline.

“Partners in crime!” I chuckled as I began thrusting much harder in and out of the Mormon non-virgin’s hungry snatch.

“Indeed, Master!” Hannah licked her lips before she resumed rimming the young lady that I humped over the pew.

“Want to keep her panties or stuff them in her mouth?” I asked Hannah.

“I want to stuff them in her mother’s mouth, actually,” Hannah giggled as she did just that, filling the girl’s mother’s mouth with her own daughter’s underwear.

“Reminds me to fuck the mama next ... got to see those magical Mormon undies sooner or later, right? What do they call them ... temple ‘endowments’ or some crap like that? They’re supposed to preserve one’s chastity or moral purity or some such rubbish, but they’re about to fail rather miserably in that objective, aren’t they?

“I hope that both mother and daughter are knocked up with my spawn. That would be poetic justice if you ask me, given how much the mother probably lectures her daughter on the dangers of ‘immorality.’ Which is a bunch of puritanical crap. Don’t worry. We won’t leave Daddy out of the fun and games, either, though. He’ll get his turn,” I told Hannah, making her snicker at the prospect of what that might entail.

That was when I split really quick on a whim and grabbed Mom, anyway. I returned lightning fast and put my mother to work immediately, making her undress the father/priesthood holder of the family. Well, partly undress him ... and I didn’t tell her in words. I gestured. Now thawed out, Mom caught the hint and got him out of his magical boxers or whatever. She just did what came quite naturally after that, sucking the man’s cock as if it was old hat ... apparently it was, which was hardly a shock given her own hypocrisy about sex.

“Yeah, I changed my mind. No sense in not getting another helper, right? If she fucks up, she’ll have to pay the price. This way, we can get some use out of her in helping liberate these poor, unfortunate souls. If only someone had broken her free without involving hypocrisy and holy cuckoldry in the process. Ugh,” I snorted while still plowing the young lady, “see, Mom? See the real harm that deadly semen buildup does? That’s what you did to Dad while letting Norris into your panties. What a cunt! Now, straddle him and ride his cock like it’s going out of style!”

By now, I especially enjoyed just how wet the young woman’s ginger bush really was, of course. I would shave it off in time, whenever I got around to it, because I was confident that I would keep fucking her given the chance. Even so, for now, and maybe at times later on, I would be content to let her pussy hairs grow at least somewhat. The furry snatch wasn’t always a bad thing. It just depended on a man’s personal taste and his mood, of course, where such things were concerned.

“She’s cumming, you know ... really creaming herself!” Hannah told me while licking the girl’s butt repeatedly and with gusto.

“Well, you’ve certainly helped her on that path, haven’t you, honey buns?” I stroked Hannah’s hair a little before thrusting even harder into the strawberry-blonde’s hairy twat.

It was grown out just enough that I could tell that she’d been waxed or shaved down there at times, probably just for bikini season aka summer. Yeah, this girl was just wild enough that she wouldn’t be hard to corrupt at all, with only a little pretense of reluctance that would fade at the first moan of delight. I was gonna love this seduction and so was Hannah.

As for the others, well, Andi and Candy had a newlywed couple at their mercy, while M and M had their way with a respectable grandfather, possibly even the bishop himself. I was no Cardi B fan, but she had a point about how much of a hold WAP could have on even the most upright and sanctimonious types. After all, didn’t even Saint Augustine have concubines in the past?

Sorry, Ben Shapiro, but it ain’t my fault that your wife is lying to you and probably cucking you. You’re the one fundamentally ignorant about women, not me, and I’m only eighteen! Trust me, if it’s soaking wet, someone did their job right! That’s a good sign, not a bad one.